Hans Rustad The aging of my body and my beauty is a wound from a merciless knife. I’m not resigned to it at all. I turn to you, Art of Poetry, because you have kind of knowledge about drugs: certain sedatives, in Language and Imagination. It’s a wound from a merciless knife. Bring your drugs, Art of […]
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